Equation laughed and said, with an expression on his face that he couldn't tell whether it was smug or indifferent, as if he was not talking about himself, but as calmly as if he were telling someone else's story.

But it is undeniable that this is a very proud person, and pride is the temper of all rich people, not to mention that he is so rich.

As he spoke, he suddenly stopped, stared coldly at Xiang Fang, stared at his picturesque hands, stared at his thin, almost transparent knife hanging from his waist, and said in a provocative tone:

But do you know why I'm called Kuaishou Equation? Actually, I never used my hands when I was robbing people or things.

I think the reason why people call me Kuaishou Equation is probably because those who have been robbed of concubines will never come to me to settle accounts.

Even if there are occasional two or three uninteresting people who want to come to me for trouble, no matter how many people they come, they are all solved by my hands.

Either his head was pulled out alive, or his life was pulled out, or he ran from which way he came from obediently, and then obediently ran back from which way.

You see, although my hands are not so beautiful, not only not beautiful, but even a little rough, I am used to a good life, my hands are full of fat, and I am not even as flexible as before, but everyone still thinks that I am the number one fast hand in the rivers and lakes.

Hearing this, Xiang Fang touched the jade flute inserted in his waist, the bell jingled, and then, looking at him, a shallow smile overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and said:

Oh, is it? It's no wonder that in Flag Town, both adults and children know the Kuaishou Equation. Is the reason why you want to rob the proprietress is because you still lack a maid at home who can make fish-flavored eggplants?

Equation smiled and said: In our family, there was originally a maid who could fry fish-flavored eggplant, and what I want to eat today happens to be fish-flavored eggplant.

However, the fish-flavored eggplant she fried had just been served to me before I had time to eat it, but I suddenly smelled the smell of the fish-flavored eggplant fried by the proprietress here.

So, I think that the fish-flavored eggplant that the maid who can fry fish-flavored eggplant used to fry for me is not fish-flavored eggplant at all, but shit.

I swear that from today onwards, I will never eat shit again, so no matter what happens today, I will also snatch the proprietress back and taste what is the real fish-flavored eggplant.

Xiang Fang was still laughing, but he was not so calm anymore.

Because he suddenly felt that the equation was really a terrible opponent.

His calmness, his self-confidence, and even the casual smile he showed between his words made Xiang Fang feel nervous, unprecedentedly nervous.

It's a feeling like you've never felt before.

When the equation finished saying this, he could even feel a vast murderous aura from the equation's body, overwhelming murderous aura.

Those unpredictable, ungraspable, and even unpredictable murderous aura are like the turbulent sea at high tide, you obviously see it rushing towards you, but you can't do anything about it, you can only watch it swallow your body again, and then, calm down, ready to do the next surge.

Thinking of this, his heart began to tremble.

The other party just casually went to that station, and it made him feel so inexplicably nervous, this is the first time, this is definitely the first time.

He had even begun to wonder if it was his own knife that was fast, or the hand of the equation that was fast.

Perhaps before he could plunge his knife into Equation's chest, Equation's fist had already pulled his head off.

At this moment, although Xiang Fang's heart was a little confused, he still pretended to be calm, put the ivory chopsticks in the cage in front of him, and said, "Oh, yes? Now, this plate of freshly fried fish-flavored eggplant is in front of you, and you can know in a moment whether you will be disappointed."

However, as soon as Xiang Fang's words were finished, he heard a crisp cracking sound from the kitchen.

It's the sound of a plate falling.

Then there was a "plop" sound.

It's the sound of a person falling to the ground.

It was as if someone had touched the pots and pans, and then they fell over.

The sound was very loud, and there was a sound in the whole restaurant, but Xiang Fang and the equation were still facing each other, and they didn't even frown.

However, Wutong's face suddenly changed—because she suddenly remembered that there was still a little fish-flavored eggplant left in the pot.

However, this kind of change is only a momentary thing, just like the wrinkle of spring water that is blown up, it is just an instantaneous change, and it will return to its true color.

If you don't look closely, you can't see it at all, not to mention, at this moment, Xiang Fang and the equation don't have time to look at her at all.

With this heavy crushing sound from the kitchen, the smell of fish-flavored eggplant spread even stronger throughout the restaurant, overwhelming.

However, Xiang Fang and the equation did not move, not even breathe, as if they were afraid that the slightest breath of the fragrance would distract them.

Only Wutong looked at Fang Fang, looked at his pair of beautiful hands like poetry, smiled slightly, turned around and went into the kitchen, and after a while, walked out again.

She waved her hand at Fang He and said with a smile: "The cook is dead."

Although it was just a simple sentence, it was very simple and casual, and listening to her tone, it was as if the death of a cook was no different from the death of a dog.

However, as soon as her words fell, the murderous aura that was still permeating Xiang Fang and Equation just now suddenly dissipated, as if she had seen a dense fog of sunlight, and suddenly disappeared.

The speed at which it spreads out is astonishing.

When they heard the news of the sudden death of the cook, they did not seem to be surprised at all, as if they had known in advance that the cook would die.

Wutong shook his head, his face was full of frustration, and he deliberately pretended to be very distressed, and said: The plate was broken into eighteen pieces, and the fried fish-flavored eggplant was also sprinkled on the ground.

Speaking of this, she suddenly sighed again and muttered: Alas, I really didn't expect that the first person to eat my fried fish-flavored eggplant was actually a dead person, it's a pity, it's a pity.

The equation suddenly shifted his gaze from the thin, transparent knife to the handsome face of Wutong, and then, with a slight smile, said:

Although you put poison in the fish-flavored eggplant, unfortunately, the smell of the fish-flavored eggplant is so wonderful that no one can resist this temptation, I think, the cook must have just stolen the little fish-flavored eggplant left in your pot and died.

He said as he stared at Sycamore, as if to observe her reaction after hearing this.

And Wutong also looked at him, the expression on his face did look very flustered, and he looked like he had been broken by someone, and said: You said I put poison in the fish-flavored eggplant?

Equation smiled and said, "Isn't it?"

Without waiting for Wutong to argue, the equation continued: If it weren't for the gluttony of the cook, perhaps, it would be one of us who fell at this moment.

Speaking of this, the proud face of the noble child of the equation was immediately filled with excitement, and then, his gaze returned to Xiang Fang's hands as beautiful as poetry, but he said extremely plainly:

This is a perfect pair of hands, and I believe that there is not a single woman in this world who does not want to have these hands, especially those who are confident.

Xiang Fang looked up and looked outside.

Now, it's the third watch, and the streets are dark and clear, and there are no people, only the rustling sound of the wind blowing the leaves rubbing against the ground.

He sighed suddenly, and the wind that came in from the window blew the bells on the jade flute, jingling, and then said lightly: It's a pity that the proprietress is not a confident woman.

Hearing this, Equation's expression seemed to be a little surprised, and said: She poisoned your fish-flavored eggplant, doesn't she want your life?

The corners of Xiang Fang's mouth suddenly showed a strange smile, which was so strange that it was difficult to notice, and then, he also looked down at his beautiful hands like poetry, and said lightly: Of course she wants to, every woman wants to.